However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
Pride is the master sin of the devil, and the devil is the father of lies.
It is because we underrate thought, because we do not see what a great element it is in religious life, that there is so little of practical and consistent religion among us.
Impatience dries the blood sooner than age or sorrow.
It is not enjoined upon us to forget, but we are told to forgive, our enemies.
If angels stoop from visions of more than earthly beauty to spells of less than earthly worth, they are but fallen angels, mingling divine utterances with the babblings of madness, and the madness is not the divineness.